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” “I promise. ” He smiled at her. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. “It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror.
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